The Pompous Ceremony
The lightly fizzing mood
I've felt all day
and fenced within a grin
is at odds
with the stoppered
solemnity of this pompous
ceremony I've had to attend
and is becoming harder
to hold, slowly pressurizing
to a giggle and then a laugh,
the pending pop held back
only by a quarter turn
of my thinning top.
Another word
or two will see me break
into laughter, impossible
to contain behind
the pretense of a dour
demeanor and a veneered
look of pain.
O Crap ! - I'm now past hope,
the silly man with a funny hat
is getting up to speak again
and I can't hold it any tighter,
I always have the same problem,
be it with a clown, a politician
or a bishop with a mitre.
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